Blindness from the light and from the darkness.

May you stroll along those lonely fields with the Sun
To your back
And your toes sink through the sand
As a feather in snow.

Longing…

And I on my back outstretched
Far beyond the reach
And how the skies would open
Up
And blanket me in cool embrace

Cleanse?

Let the stream grasp my soul and take its leave
Along still waters, I should hope to find
That gaze I know which only you could give
And lead me far away to paradise
In a cloud
Or in a blink
Or in a drop.

Or shall you chop away at that Tree
       As a tear before a well
           As ice before a black road
               As stars on a backdrop
                    As things
                               Reach ends.
                                       Promise me and I will
                                      Hold my hands out over that cliff
                                              And you will promise to




Grasp my hand as I
                                Fall.